Quotes About Love

Ginger is now called Jack, and utterly adored in a home of his very own. Blending

A handsome young knight is madly in love with a princess, and she too is in love with him, though she seems not to be entirely aware of it. Despite the friendship that blossoms between them, or perhaps because of that very friendship, the young knight finds himself so humbled and speechless that he is totally unable to bring up the subject of his love. Until one day he asks the princess point-blank: Is it better to speak or to die?

Si Dieu me nomme son enfant, faut-il craindre l'appeler Père ?

It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.

Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and strengthening the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because then he becomes one of the children.

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

He says he's lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she's lonely too. She doesn't say why.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn't love.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.

Life is only lived full-time by women with children.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

A mother's love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring!

I love vampire movies. I think they are sexy.

I have said before, says the Soul, that I lack nothing, because my beloved has from all time sufficient, 2 out of his just nobility, and will have enough for evermore. What then should I lack? I do not love myself, or him, or his works, 3 except only for him. And what he has, which I do not have and shall not have, is more my own than what I do and shall have in my possession from him himself.